You asked me what I wanted to be growing up. I wanted to be a doctor.
"That's a good job; you get to help plenty of people." Your eyes brightened at your own words, more excited for my future that you'd ever been for your own. "What kind of doctor? Heart surgeon? Brain surgeon? Orthodontist?"
The list seemed to go on and on endlessly. I wasn't sure; I only knew I wanted to help someone.
I now wish I could have helped you.
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Why She Jumped
Kısa HikayeBy the time I woke up on January 1st, 2013, Amelia Jackson was dead. Trigger Warning: Suicide Abuse Self Harm (Disclaimer; I do not own the cover image)
